By Lynn Bassett
The coven of the grey,
Hover above the younger
Wisdom their crown.
They can be recognized
By the deep crevices
In the skin on their bodies.
The lengthening of their breasts,
The whitening of their hair.
They are no longer desired by
The males of their species,
The children however adore them.
They speak often of the past,
As if it happened to a different self,
A more impatient and impulsive version,
A foolish and unknowing version
They know not of waste, or wanting.
They no longer judge or condemned.
They know each creature suffers,
Just as they did, that suffering the path to the realm of the
Coven of the grey.